1. |
The Tallest Tree
04:34
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2. |
The Last Polar Bear
03:25
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The Last Polar Bear (O’Hooley/Tidow)
What if you were the last polar bear?
And I was a small patch of snow
Would we be lonely?
Would you find me?
A gentle footprint, carefully chosen
Moving slowly towards to the snow
I’m blindly waiting, urging you forward
Tonight we don’t have to be alone
And there is nothing left to see for miles and miles
When the tide comes in
And never goes out
When the tide comes in
When the tide comes in
What if you were the last polar bear?
And I was a small patch of snow
As the North Star lights our meeting
You watch as I melt in your hand
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3. |
Gentleman Jack
02:46
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Gentleman Jack (O’Hooley/Tidow)
Behind her back she’s Gentleman Jack
A Yorkshire lady of renown
She’s ever so fine, but she won’t toe the line
Upon her name the gentlemen frown
At Shibden Hall she had them all
The fairer sex fell under her spell
Dapper and bright, she held them tight
Handsome Anne seduced them well
Gentleman Jack, oh Gentleman Jack
Watch your back, you’re under attack
Their husbands are coming, you’d better start running
For nobody likes a Jack-the-Lass
Jack-the-lass, Jack-the-Lass
No-one likes a Jack-the-Lass
The code is cracked, your bags are packed
The knives are out for Gentleman Jack
Proud and stout with standing and clout
She played the fellas at their game
Ambitious of mind, she’s one of a kind
Her devilish ways the men couldn’t tame
Hidden away, revealed today
4 million words in diaries found
Motives exposed in a baffling code
Romantic yearnings all leather bound
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4. |
Teardrop
01:33
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5. |
Little Boy Blue
04:27
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Little Boy Blue
The little toy dog is covered with dust
But sturdy and staunch he stands
And the little toy soldier is red with rust
And his musket moulds in his hands
Time was when the toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there
Now don’t you go ‘till I come, he said
And don’t you make any noise
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys
And as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue
Oh! The years are many, the years are long
But the little toy friends are true
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand
The smile of a little face
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there
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6. |
Calling Me
05:51
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Calling Me
In this body it’s hard to be alone
Seasons pass like strangers, strangers
Are all I know
Calling me
That little voice is calling me
And I can feel a change in me
February, broken ground
Mother Nature’s fingers, reaching
For my own
Calling me
That little voice is calling me
And I can feel a change in me
Late November
You
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7. |
Mein Deern
07:20
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8. |
A Daytrip
04:15
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A Daytrip (O’Hooley/Tidow)
The weather were fair to middling
So a daytrip was decided
Vera chose her coat for best
After all it was the seaside
And the handbag with the fiddly catch
That sometimes nipped her finger
But it matched her coat and Sunday shoes
And it really didn’t matter
No it really didn’t matter
Albert Shaw Brylcreamed his hair
Trimmed the day before
A little bit short around the nape
Never mind it’ll grow
An extra helping for Daisy
They’d probably get back late
Since she had those kittens
She could do with some extra weight
She could do with some extra weight
Closing the door behind them
They tottered up to Town Street
To catch the seaside special
Half a crown for OAPs
And Vera patted herself ont’ back
As they happened to bag the front seats
Albert gets a bit gippy
If he sits above the back wheel
If he sits above the back wheel
Sooner than later they get there
And find a spot on the pier
Splashed out on ham for the pack-up
Compulsory flask o’ tea
Preferring cheese and pickle
Albert soldiered on
Knowing ham meant a sacrifice
And he wasn’t one to moan
No he wasn’t one to moan
Perusing the throng with cornets in hand
The Shaws could listen for free
The sound of the Wurlitzer playing
‘Oh I do like to be by the sea’
The children evoke a memory
Of holding her little girl’s hand
She thought she heard Jeanie’s giggle
The day she caught that crab
The day she caught that crab
Trundling towards to the coach
Vera leaves plenty of time
Albert moves a bit slower these days
No more rush of the 9 to 5
Later as they pull up at Town Street
They bump into Jeanie and Steve
Have you enjoyed your daytrip mum?
Vera says it were real
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9. |
Pass It On
03:14
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Pass It On (O’Hooley)
I heard a terrible thing about you
A secret handed down
From one loose grip to another
Your fate was passed around and around
Give me a Chinese whisper, give me a rumour
Let me mould it, shape it, change it
And pass it on, pass on the baton
‘Til everyone’s holding court
She’s got an ugly reputation
Of a common prostitute
The consequence of childish serenades
That mark and distort as a surgeon’s blade
But cut from cloth entirely manmade
Give me a Chinese whisper, give me a rumour
Let me mould it, shape it, change it
And pass it on, pass on the baton
‘Til everyone’s holding court
He’s happy at the bar with his pint and quips
They listen with piggy ears
He’s telling them how to identify
The silent, the guilty, the ones to stone
With rocks pulled out from flesh and bone
Give me a Chinese whisper, give me a rumour
Let me mould it, shape it, change it
And pass it on, pass on the baton
‘Til everyone’s holding court
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11. |
Ronnie's Song
06:28
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Ronnie’s Song
I saw him on the front row
He always sat there alone
Ronnie was a scarecrow
Down at heel, boho
Aficionado
Of anything Broadway
Bernstein and Sondheim
Kept loneliness at bay
Stumbling through the town with coins in hand,
To bank them for a conversation.
Cashier lifts her eyes to heaven,
Ronnie had low expectations.
A person is a person
It makes no odds to me
A person is a person
Just like you and me
Derelict, frozen,
Sleeping under filth
Wounded, feral
But strangely seraphic
Walls thronged with stars
of the Music Hall
Though the person that saved him
An ordinary girl.
Once a little boy, a mother’s son,
Light on his feet, his father told him,
“Don’t do things like that round here”
Filled with moral apprehension
Breaking of bread and drinking wine
For once he had a shared communion
Chose to spend her Christmas time
With someone viewed as barely human
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O'Hooley & Tidow Huddersfield, UK
ENGLAND'S ANSWER TO THE MCGARRIGLES
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GUARDIAN
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